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I know I said that there wasn't going to be another flashback chapter. But, this one is. It's in continuation from the last chapter. It showcases one of the (many) things Bonnie has been through and is still dealing with. We'll get back to the present next chapter, promise.
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Chapter 4
Like a Girl I Know
"A moth to a candle. That's me, to you."
- JoJo
Warning(s): Language, Sexual Situations.
The party a Whitmore was exactly what Caroline had said. Fucking. Crazy. Bonnie had only been at Whitmore once before. That was when Nathan first started there and he and Vickie dragged her, Matt and Caroline along with them. That was 2 years ago.
If it weren't for Bonnie's insanely tight grip on Stefan, she would have been swallowed up by the students swarming around them.
"I'm going to get us drinks!" Caroline happily announced to her friends. Raising her arms, she flailed them about as she danced between students and away from Bonnie, Stefan and Matt.
Laughing at her friend's antics, Bonnie turned to Stefan. Taking his hand in hers, she pulled him closer. "Let's dance!"
"No, no Bonnie. I don't dance."
"Blah, blah, blah. Shut up!" She begged, her smile shone bright. "Tonight you dance."
Placing his hands on her hips, Bonnie begin to roll her hips against him. "How am I supposed to dance if you're grinding on me?"
Moaning, Bonnie removed his hands and turned around. "Just feel the music, Stefan. My gosh!" Replacing his hands from her hips to around her waist, she put hers around his neck.
The two swayed side to side, receiving weird flares from those that surrounded them. "You're embarrassing me, Bon."
"Since you can't keep up with me, I thought we'd go your style."
"My style? And that is?"
She smirked, "Boring and outdated."
"Ouch."
Stefan pushed Bonnie back, their hands still intact as he spun her around. Bringing her back to him, her hand rested on his chest. Bonnie couldn't keep the gaze that Stefan had on her. There they were slow dancing like a bunch of idiots to a song full of bass. Letting go of his hand and removing herself from his clutch, she chuckled.
"I'm going to go find the bathroom!" She lied, putting as much distance between her and Stefan that she could. Surfing through the crowd, Bonnie tried not to get trapped.
A jolt to her shoulder made her stumble back. "Excuse you!" She deadpanned, turning. All she was caught with was a man in a black leather jacket. Rolling her eyes, she turned back and continued for the bathroom.
Black boots were the first thing she saw. Glancing farther up, dark blue jeans and a white shirt with a black leather jacket was what she saw next. Lastly shown blue eyes as blue as the ocean staring down at her.
Stopping, Bonnie turned back again. Damon? No. It wasn't Damon. It wasn't him because she had watched him disappear up stairs as she left. Unless he followed her. No. He wouldn't do that. Wouldn't take the time out of his night to follow Bonnie.
The bathroom was overcrowded, overwhelming and overly disgusting. Bonnie didn't even spend a single second talking herself into using the bathroom.
"There's a better bathroom on the second floor." A girl passing told her as she left the bathroom.
Any other bathroom was better than this.
The bathroom was pleasant and to Bonnie's surprise, empty. For some reason, she couldn't get Damon out of her head. He kissed her, so what? It's not like it was going to happen again. She even said so. But even if it did, which it won't, then she'd have to ask him why he kissed her in the first place. That's just something she needed to know.
Bonnie paid more attention to her phone, checking for any new messages when she bumped into another person. "Shit, I'm sorry."
"You go here?"
Turning back, she slid her phone into her pocket. "Uh no. Just here for the party."
Examining the man in front of her, she could tell he was drunk. He made it noticeably clear. His brown eyes drooped and his walk was staggered. "You look like a girl I know."
"I doubt that. I'm practically a nobody in this party full of girls." She chuckled. "I should get back though. My boyfriend's waiting for me."
He looked around them and stopped. "Why would your boyfriend let you leave a party alone?"
"He's not exactly going to follow me into the bathroom."
Backing her into a corner, her heartbeat accelerated. Greatly. "I would've. Don't know who you could bump into." He chuckled. Bonnie could feel his hot, smelly breath on her neck.
"Get off of me." She threatened. When his hands moved down her body, she froze.
This is not happening, there is no way that this is going to happen.
"Where's your boyfriend now?"
"Right here." Bonnie pushed the man off of her and he stumbled right into Damon's view. With a closed fist, Damon cracked him across the mouth. The hits only got more and more vile. First to the guy's mouth, then his nose. When he fell to the ground, Damon kicked a hard blow to his stomach.
"S-Stop." As his hand went up to continue the abuse, Bonnie pulled him back. "Please, please stop."
Damon seized her by the wrist, pulling her body close to his. Sort of like an attempt to save her from the world and all else that was evil. To save her from guys like him. "Are you okay?" She nodded against his chest. He was heaving with anger. "Let's get you out of here, okay?"
"What… What about Stefan?"
"Fuck Stefan. This is not about him, we're getting you home."
Bonnie hasn't stopped shaking since they left the party. What was he doing there? If he hadn't had been there, where would Bonnie be right now?
Her eyes were glued on the road, yet she wasn't seeing any streets. She wasn't seeing anything but a blur. A feeling she hasn't felt before in her life. Damon kept glancing between her and the road. He wanted to hold her hand to reassure her that she'd be okay.
"I can't go home." She spoke up after several minutes of silence. "I can't go home."
"Okay, you don't have to. You can stay with me."
"I can't. Stefan, he'll see me."
"Bonnie, enough. He won't have to know, okay?"
Once they arrived to the Salvatore house, Damon helped her out of the car. It was going on 2 in the morning when they got in. Leading Bonnie up the stairs, they took a route that she hadn't taken before.
Damon used to remind Stefan and Bonnie that his room was off limits. His words were terrifying at the time. So walking towards it made Bonnie feel a little awkward. "I've never been in your room before. You used to threaten us if we went in there."
Damon chuckled, "I was a dick."
"Was?" She inquired.
Opening his door, it was like walking on forsaken grounds. The room was so big and the bed in the middle of it, intimidated Bonnie.
"Sit." he commanded. "Please."
Bonnie didn't look at Damon when she went around him to sit herself on his bed. He leaned down, kneeling in front of her. Pulling her foot into him, she reluctantly started to pull away. "I'm not going to hurt you." He assured her. "I'm just going to help you."
Keeping her foot in place, he unzipped the zipper to her boot around her foot and slid it off. He did the same to the other one. Taking his face in her hands, Bonnie leaned down and pecked his lips.
"Thank you, Damon."
It had been a week since Damon and Bonnie first kissed. It's been a week since the Whitmore party too. They had yet to talk about it again, but they would when Bonnie was ready.
Ever since then, Damon's been teasing his little brother's best friend any chance that he had got. He was kissing her any chance that he got too.
It was the next weekend; Saturday night. Stefan had sent Bonnie to get the popcorn for their movie night with Caroline and Matt, when she bumped into the older Salvatore brother.
Her initial reaction was to bite her lip. That of which he caught her doing. Bonnie didn't quite understand. How did he always manage to look so good? Even while doing absolutely nothing. He looked at her, his eyes full of amusement and lust. This thing they had started had completely taken up both of their time. Damon being newly single and flirty. He saw Bonnie in a different way. He became the guy that she'd be there for without even realizing it. She became the girl that he wanted to help, to protect. That's something they can't just run away from.
They've known each other for as long as Stefan and Bonnie had been friends. That friendship was going on 12 years. Except, Damon had always just been Stefan's older brother. The brother that used to take Stefan's snacks and mess up Bonnie's hair on the daily.
Now, Damon is Stefan's older brother whom of which Bonnie was starting to crush on.
With his head tilted, Damon closed in on Bonnie and handed her his cellphone. Bonnie's nose scrunched up and her eyes narrowed at him. "What do I have this for?"
"To take a picture… it'll last longer than gawking at me."
Bonnie sniggered, placing his phone down. "Oh please. I was not gawking at you. You just happened to look at me when I was looking at you."
"Staring at me." He corrected. She moved hesitantly close to and around Damon, Bonnie leaned down in front of the microwave. "What are you doin'?" Damon whispered, the front of his body pressing dangerously close to her back.
Pulling the handle, Bonnie reached in and pulled out the bag of popcorn. "Fuck," she cursed unexpectedly, dropping the bag in a hurry. The bottom of the bag, burning her hand. Damon took the popcorn bag from her and gripped her hand in his.
Examining her palm, his eyes widened with concern. "Are you okay?"
Bonnie chuckled lightly. "I'm fine. It just surprised me, that's all."
Dropping her hand, Damon quickly placed his hands on the sides of her face. Without a single word, his lips pecked hers softly. Biting her lip harder than the first time, Bonnie moved her hands around the back of Damon's neck and kissed him back. The two molded into each other, their body's rolling against one another as their kiss deepened.
"Jesus Bonnie, how many bags of popcorn are you mak…ing? Oh my god."
Pulling away with her hands still on his neck, Bonnie looked past Damon. Caroline stood at the entryway of the kitchen in pure shock, looking at the two of them. Bonnie dropped her hands and took a step back from Damon. He didn't bother looking at either of them before making an escape from the kitchen.
Turning her back to the counter, Bonnie opened the bag of popcorn and reached for the bowl beside it. "Did you uh, did you want another bag?" Dumping the contents out of the bag and into the bowl, Bonnie waited for a reply. "No? Okay."
Going around Caroline was like tip toeing on eggshells. Bonnie didn't want the confrontation she knew she was bound to get at some point by her friend. Because Caroline was good at it. She was good at picking Bonnie apart and getting the correct and true answers she asked for.
Right before Bonnie could enter the next room, Caroline stopped her in her tracks. "Are we just going to pretend that I didn't see you and Damon swallowing each other's faces?"
"I'd love it if we did. Thanks."
"Bonnie!" She warned, stopping her friend from walking any farther again. "What is going on between you two?"
"Nothing!" Bonnie shrieked, her voice elevating in tone. "I… I don't know, okay? But I do know that you cannot tell Stefan, Caroline." Caroline looked away from Bonnie and sighed. "Caroline, please. Please don't."
If it was Stefan she had caught Bonnie with, Caroline would have been all for it. Everybody loves Stefan and Bonnie, there's no doubt about it. Except since it wasn't anybody remotely close to being as good as Stefan, Caroline wasn't sure she could keep this to herself. "Fine, but I'm not happy about whatever this is. Don't go making a mistake."
"Let's start it from the top, guys! We almost got it, just… not quite." Mr. Saltzman told his students. Everyone dispersed, talking amongst each other.
Bonnie stifled a laugh, watching Stefan leave the stage. Bonnie kept her mouth shut as he approached her. "Don't even start…"
Despite her efforts to hold it in, Bonnie burst into laughter. "You look great! I… I can't believe I didn't realize how much of a pro that you are!"
"Shut up."
"No, no. You should think about acting, Stefan. Really."
Ripping the wig off of his head, he fell into a slump beside her. "You're mean."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh at you." Alaric turned his attention to Bonnie and Stefan, about to say something. "You better go. Your horse and buggy awaits you… Mr. Washington."
As Bonnie laughed, she watched Stefan rejoin the others on the stage. Relaxing into the auditorium seat, Bonnie looked over her staging notes. Being co-director with Mr. Saltzman was a progress. Since Bonnie was onboard with the play and was the only student to offer her help, she got to decide what role she wanted to partake. What looks better on a college application than directing a play? In Bonnie's mind, nothing.
Skimming through the pages once more, Bonnie felt her phone going off beside her. Reaching down, she answered it without so much as looking at who was calling her.
"Hello?" She answered.
"I was hoping that you'd sound a little bit more chipper to talk to me." Damon said, sadness coming from his voice.
Chuckling, Bonnie closed her book. In the background, she could've swore she heard water. "Where are you?"
"At the pool." He answered casually. "You should come and join me." With that, he hung up.
The lights in the auditorium were dimmed. If Bonnie wanted to make a run for it, then now would be the time. Setting her notebook and phone down, she snuck past Alaric and out the back door of the auditorium.
Racing to the pool, Bonnie pushed the doors open. Walking in, Damon was exactly where he told her. "You're going to get me in trouble."
"You didn't have to come."
Slipping off her shoes, Bonnie sat and joined Damon at the side of the pool. "You're right, I didn't."
"Then why did you?"
Shrugging, "I couldn't see Stefan in that wig anymore."
"Oh. Always about Stefan huh? Didn't want to see me?"
"Of course I did." She admitted, quietly. "I just have to know, Damon."
"What?"
"I don't want to be your rebound." Damon looked at Bonnie, who was looking into the water. "I know that I'm not Elena and probably couldn't compare but I-"
His hand laid on her knee. "-I don't want you to be Elena. She is… she sucks. You're a better person than she's ever been to me." Damon interrupted. "I know that what we're doing is bad."
"Absolutely horrible." She agreed, tasing just a bit.
"But I can't stop thinking about you."
Gasping, Bonnie smiled at him. "Is Damon Salvatore getting soft on me?"
"You wish."
"I can't stop thinking about you either." Bonnie whispered into his ear.
"Yeah?" He whispered back.
"Yeah."
This kiss was different. Damon kissed her the way she wanted to be kissed. It wasn't like the first time, all rushed and sloppy. It wasn't like the time in the kitchen either. His lips brushed hers lightly. It was soft and gentle. When they pulled away, the feeling of him still lingered on her lips.
Pulling away, Bonnie couldn't read his face. His eyes were looking at her but he wasn't. It was like he was looking past her. "Damon, what-"
Plummeting into the water, Bonnie immediately missed the warmth of his body. Coming up for air, she pushed him away from her. "Damon! I- I have to get back."
Splashing her, he smirked. "Well now I guess you'll have to stay." Pushing her back by her waist, he cornered her. "I can make it worth your while."
"Yeah? How?"
Bonnie moves her head, his lips missing hers by an inch. Moving her face towards him again, they kissed. Deeply. Her hands roamed down his body, stopping shy of the zipper of his pants. "Bonnie, don't."
"What? I thought you wanted me."
"I just… we can't."
She scoffed, "Got it."
Swimming around him, he grabbed her wrist. "Bon."
Taking her hand back, she swam towards the stairs to the pool and got out. "I need to get clothes from my locker. I have a play to direct."
"Bonnie, stop."
"Why?! So you can comfort me some more?!" She roared, her voice bouncing off the walls of the room. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine?!"
Except she wasn't. Ever since the party, she's been on edge. But who could blame her?
Damon got out of the pool, making his way to her. "Bonnie." He said again.
"Stop saying my name! I'm fine!" Her body shook violently as she sobbed. Her legs nearly gave out when Damon caught her.
Everything was moving fast and that's what scared Damon. What he thought was going to be a few harmless kisses here and there and maybe them hooking up, turned into so much more. He had just moved on from Elena and then admitted his feelings to his little brother's best friend. Damon knew what he was and that was trouble. He was bound to hurt Bonnie and that's the last thing he wanted.
But how could he ever let someone as different, as kind and as special as her fall for a guy like him?
The next chapter will be going back to where chapter 2 ended. Bonnie's 21st birthday party.
More things will be revealed as Bonnie's life continues, three years later with Damon back in it.
Thanks for reading!
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